Luke paced in front of the dying fire in the living room. He'd texted his boss, Garrett with his location and updated recent events, and to be safe, he even sent him a message on his ham radio from his truck. He'd secured all the windows and doors. What else could he do?

He rubbed his tired eyes and scratched his couple day's growth of beard. Exhaustion began to consume him. He didn't want to go to bed and disturb Lexi; he wanted to make sure she was asleep. He settled into ...